12 Days of Christmas.

Epilogue - February 14th

February 14th

"Tessa!"

A wet snout snuffling in your ear pulled you from your slumber, Tom's voice travelling across the room in a hiss as he tried to call his dog away from you. You shoved her off gently, rolling over to go back to sleep. At least, that was your intention, until you saw Tom standing in the doorway in his boxers, carrying a breakfast tray.

"Morning," he murmured sleepily, nudging Tess out of the way with his knee as he approached the bed.

You yawned widely, your arms reaching up over your head and your back arching as you stretched. The fine silver chain around your neck the only thing adorning your body, your breasts peeked out over the top of the duvet.

"Hi."

Wiggling yourself upright, you pulled the sheets up over your chest, crossing your legs as Tom set the tray down in front of you. He leant down to press a kiss to your lips, his hand on your cheek tilting your face up towards his.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he smiled against your lips, voice raspy with sleep.

Straightening up, he shot a warning look at Tess as he moved around to his side of the bed. She positioned herself at the bottom of the bed, her chin resting on the edge of the mattress with her eyes trained on the plate of bagels on the tray.

You attempted to give Tom a similar look, but the smile creeping across your features threatened to betray you. You pursed your lips, trying to keep your expression stern. "We said we weren't doing anything except dinner."

"Oh, this doesn't count," Tom said nonchalantly, sitting down and taking one of the mugs of coffee from the tray as you pick up the envelope that rested against them.

"So, this isn't a Valentine's card?"

He took a sip of coffee, shaking his head has he swallowed. "Nope."

Humming thoughtfully, you set the envelope down on the bed and pick up the heart shaped box that took up half of the tray, packed with fat red roses.

"And these aren't roses, the go-to Valentine's flower?"

"Dunno what you mean."

Tom grabbed a bagel, taking a bite to attempt to conceal his smirk. You smiled, letting out a chuckle as you opened the your not-a-valentines-day-card.

"Well, this is embarrassing."

Tom looked at you questioningly, lifting your mug off the tray so it wouldn't spill as you leant over to rifle through the drawer of your bedside table.

"We said we weren't doing anything," he teased, mocking your earlier words when you dropped an envelope into his lap.

"Shut up."

Setting both your mugs on his bedside table, Tom opened the envelope. Pulling out the same card he'd just given you, with the same 'you make my spidey senses tingle' joke printed on the front, he shook his head, laughing. Not long awake, the sound was raspy and sleepy, and you couldn't help but to reach out and touch his cheek, running your thumb over the creases left by his pillow as you kissed him softly. Tilting his head, he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand before swapping the card for his coffee. You did the same, standing it up on your bedside table and taking the other mug from him.

A comfortable quiet settled over the room as you drank and ate, slowly munching and sipping yourselves awake until all that was left on the tray was a plate of crumbs with a few pools of melted butter on. The second you set them both on the floor, Tess was over like a shot, eagerly licking the plate. Tom shuffled across the bed, taking the space in front of you as you set your empty mug aside.